Abysm, irked tonight yet by querying crowd

Abysm, irked tonight yet by querying crowd

could not again choose silence for response,

nor incumbent sigh

when one searches for life's hazy shadows

in a thing that which it possesses had long since parted

went through trepidation, wait,

decided to return eager torch-fires awaiting fulfilment

with selfsame reflections upon lightless dark waves

enfolded, billowing mass showing matyring desire, voluptuous

intangible, far, distant

struck by eagle's rapacious zeal

talons of winged justice grip at every swaying edge of black nebula

a solar pitfall, which nook and crannies that are full of numerous protruding, little radiant tongues

opens itself up in the domain of Nox

the cliff before the chthonic ocean now appears

lofty and scenic by the rapidly risen contrast viewed from cliffside

the heaven is dyed in fuming scarlet,

a small divine cloud of immolation framed itself in illimitable primal ooze,

profound darkness beyond the bright and yellow-rimmed edge

sighting of unglamorous chariots pulled by eight legged monstrous steeds

arose from the seared yellow edges of clouds
downwards,
pulling many lives' Fortune to profounder and profounder meaning

bedecked with gems of ossified humours and organs that are riddled

with blasphemous diseases and injuries

then earthquake smote,

silence arrived, and

Abysm swallowing up the inferno cloud, the dead men's riding charade and some neighbouring darkness beyond its reach

closed it, and suppressed itself a deep sigh

then the abysm again forces agape its mouth for enquiring visitors,

in disinterest, even today it opens its mouth

but I know that in there long it had been since the shadows of life parted.